Disclaimer: Smallville is not mine.
I had a pretty good idea of what I was getting myself into when I decided to keep an eye on what was going on with Chloe back in Smallville. I mean really. Trouble does not find that girl; she goes out looking for it. It's kind of hot, but I digress. The point is that while Clark may think that he has a handle on things, I'm not so sure that he really pays enough attention to what our favorite reporter is always getting up to - the guy has some serious issues with getting distracted by . . . ahem . . . other things. It's not like I didn't figure that I would end up needing to step in at some point or another. I knew that it was probably coming sooner rather than later, but I hadn't actually expected it to be today. I'm super fast not super psychic.
I was planning on swinging by to drop off a token of my affection (graduation is kind of a thing for some people after all), so I was already nearby enough to notice when something started to go down. I just went by a little earlier than planned to check that she was getting out in a timely manner. It is Chloe. If anybody was likely to find some sort of a reason to be heading into the middle of a natural disaster in the making it was her (well, and Clark, but I figure he can take care of himself). What can I say? I'm a bit of a worrier when it comes to the future Mrs. It was supposed to be an in and out and nobody is the wiser sort of an operation, but that all ended when I saw what was really going down.
I was pretty apathetic when it came to the bald dude with the supersized house before now, but he is definitely on the find a way to help karma along payback list after I caught sight of the way he was shoving Chloe around. So not cool. I had to do something. I'm sure someone could argue that I could have figured something else out that was a little less cat out of the bag. I say to that someone that I would like to see you come up with a better plan when giant hunks of rock are about to start falling out of the sky all around you while some jerk is manhandling your best girl and trying to take her somewhere that she clearly does not want to go. Yeah, that's what I thought.
I was in and out of that cave in a flash knowing full well that this was going to be about the end of how far I could push that no questions asked privilege I had been enjoying during my email back and forth with Chloe. I knew what I was letting myself in for. I could have saved and dashed (I've done it before), but it was Chloe. Besides, I'm not all about the secrets like some people.
Clark made some good points the last time that he knew I was in town - and they weren't all about the stealing. I don't want to be alone. It might be safer or whatever, but it's still alone. I was jealous of that when I met him. He has the protective parent thing going on (and his mom is a seriously sweet culinary master). He has people around that have got his back not the least of which is a feisty blond that makes a pretty great friend. I was never addicted to email before I met her - there wasn't a point. I didn't have anyone to write to, and she didn't have to take the hint I left and write to me. She did it anyway and knowing that I have someone who would notice if I didn't write back is kind of . . . .
Whoa. Yeah, that was a pretty heavy trip down the personal trail. Anyway . . . .
I had kind of asked and answered the whole why keep a secret from Chloe question and decided that when the time came I would know. I figured this seemed like a good time.
She's blinking like she's trying to get her eyes to clear. It makes me wonder what traveling in super speed does to your vision when you aren't the super powered one. She looks a little confused and a whole lot curious when her eyes finally focus on me. I try my best to look disapproving (she was in danger after all), but I'm still really happy to see her on top of feeling pretty heroic so I think it comes out as more of a smirk than anything else.
"I can't leave you alone for any time at all, can I?" I ask her before giving her a wink. "Not that I mind volunteering to be in charge of your supervision."
I can see the questions swimming around in her eyes, but I also see something that looks an awful lot like things clicking into place (she's a bright one on top of her other numerous good qualities). What I am focused on, however, is the fact that she looks impressed. Chloe is impressed with me. That is definitely something I can live with. I would like to keep those looks coming my way.
"We can do questions now, beautiful," I tell her. "Or I can go check and see if there is anything I can help out with back there before we get down to business." I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly. "Your call."
She looks at me with a quirk in her eyebrow like she cannot believe that I just asked her that question; I'm just enjoying the whole conversation without words thing that we seem to be having with our eyes. Connected. That's us.
"I'll be back before you can even miss me, but feel free to try," I offer with my best grin before I make my way out the door. I'll be getting grilled when I get back, so I'm going to make sure I have some seriously nice stories of my do gooding adventures to share. Besides, it's the right thing to do, and it seems like I've been getting pulled in by that more and more often lately.